Jeannine Gerkman, Author of Children's books, Poet, reviews delightful picture books
Shimmering color trembles in clear sunlight, bright hands waving vigorously.
Acorns plummet onto littered lawns, attracting greedy squirrels and blue jays.
Sleek flames of crimson, tangerine and lemon leap their fetters; gliding in translucent swirls, sailing free.
Plump persimmons glow on skinny branches, shiny orbs of sweetness.
Spiders spin with increasing rapidity.
Fall is here.
Red wine in jam jars
Gust of rain surprises
Quick hustle for cover
Barbeque interrupted
Fat drops on slick railings
Porch boards creak, chairs squeak
Sultry has turned chilly
Sundress clings to wet skin
Sudden shivers
Sweaters are found
Children wrapped in towels
Conversations resumed
Hot seeping through paper plates on laps
Youngsters chase and squeal
Lazy drip drip from the eaves
Wet roses give up their scent
As do jasmine and sweet peas
Mingle their perfume with wood smoke
And damp grass
Contented, sated, barely moving
Gentle languor sustained
As sun sets, stars shine
And fireflies take over
Boys on Bikes . Dressed in primary colors . Casually gather to chat . And revel in summer freedom
Clustered in slow motion . No one seems sure of . Where they are going . Or what they will do
Happy to just be together . No Agenda . No deadline . Just lazy sunshine . And a gentle breeze
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Spring Picture Book
Children’s picture book, 32 pages, lyrical poem illustrated with sun-drenched watercolors
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Coloring book for all ages, 32 pages, lyrical poem with outlines for your coloring pleasure
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What if you could only turn right?
If left wasn’t an option?
Would you fuss and fume?
Curse the rules, refuse adoption?
Would you kick and scream, ”unfair…unfair”?
Pout due to fewer options from “here to there”?
Or would you just dig in and begin your “going”?
Adapt your map? Make allowances? Stop moaning?
See it as an opportunity for adventure or fun?
Look on the bright side, be creative and run?
Sometimes options are limited, threadbare or scarce
Roads will be narrow, bumpy or worse
But travel we must on this road through life.
So, make your turns wisely.
Avoid bitterness and strife.
Reject the unlawful and soon you’ll see.
Things will work out.
Go right! Yippee!
Their eyes were watching God
Considering his purposes
And making decisions
Children of blood and bone
Translating intentions
Into actions
War and peace
Fighting for supremacy
Each and every day
The color of water
In their tears
As they struggle
The Devil in a blue dress
Forever tempting
Disobedience
But the sun also rises
As they fight to do what’s right
And conquer the world
The sound and fury
Blocked out by God’s love
Shelters inner calm
It’s no Catch-22
Obeying God shapes the kind of joy
No one can snatch
December’s Pale Sun
Struggling through chill air
Barely warms my knees
The raccoon nibbles the acorn
The possum tastes the shoots
The rats dance the floorboards
Even the owl cuts loose
Softly, softly, rumble and skitter and moan
Under the gaze of the moon
They feed as if alone
Won’t relinquish ground too soon
The day crowd has had their fill
It’s now the night group’s time to shine
To savor tender branches
And strip produce from the vine
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Time to uncover grubs fat and juicy
And pluck fruits ripely fine
Mothers must feed babies
And everyone will dine
For then all the nocturnal species
Come out to frisk, frolic and glean
The little, big, and medium
As the world lays sleeping and serene
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